The British Republic has settled down after last year’s shenanigans. All is quiet, and the randomly selected government hope for an easy final year before their lives return to normal. Except, what on earth is wrong with Gerald? And who stole Caroline’s camera? And how bad can a cryptocurrency mortgage be? Trivial stuff, but the sort that can spiral out of control. Especially when a good guy gets desperate and another turns vigilante.
Carolyn has been a psychologist, a paramedic, a proof reader and several other things, not all of them beginning with P. She began writing the day she decided to try and see the world…doing both just to find out if she could. It made a change from teaching CPR to nightclub bouncers and designing wedding cakes. Carolyn maintains that she is either multi-faceted or easily bored, depending on who is enquiring.
Born and bred in London, England, Carolyn and her son Ben are now Canadian citizens and live permanently back in Kitchener, Ontario. They ran a bed and breakfast there for five years because Canadian Immigration demanded that she buy a business.
When Ben left for university Carolyn decided to see a bit more of North America. She trained to drive 18-wheelers and hit the road as a lady trucker to see what would happen. There is, of course, book. The oddly frightening tale of the B&B will be next, forming an Armchair Emigration series.
Carolyn remains on the lookout for mad jobs to try, in case they are interesting enough to write about.